• English - Suspense

    The Kanpur Labyrinth

    August 24, 2025 - By 

    Vikram Sethi Chapter 1 The afternoon sun baked the crumbling walls of the old Shyam Sundar Textile Mill, its rusted machinery silent for decades. Redevelopment crews had been at it for weeks, reducing the skeletal factory to mounds of brick dust and twisted iron. That day, the foreman’s shouts echoed off the hollow shell as an excavator clawed at the earth near the western wing. When the bucket hit something solid beneath the soil, the metallic scrape was sharper than stone. Curious, a few workers dropped their tools and gathered as the machine tore open what appeared to be a…

  • Crime - English

    The Goa Beach Murders

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Pinaki Verma 1 The Goan sun dipped low into the Arabian Sea, painting the horizon with fiery streaks of orange and crimson as Anjuna beach slowly came alive with tourists gathering for the evening. Arjun Sen leaned back on the creaking wooden chair outside his shack, the smell of charred prawns and kingfish mixing with the salty air. Once, he had carried a badge, a gun, and the weight of justice on his shoulders; now he carried trays of seafood and glasses of feni to strangers. To most, he was just another shack owner—dark glasses hiding tired eyes, hair flecked…

  • Crime - English

    Bylanes of Dadar

    August 4, 2025 - By 

    Nikhil Vartak 1 The morning rush at Dadar station had already peaked by 8:15 AM—porters yelling over the screech of arriving locals, chai vendors navigating through tired office-goers, and the ever-present static of platform announcements blending into the Mumbai noise symphony. Sub-Inspector Tanya Naik stepped onto Platform Three with the weariness of someone who hadn’t finished her first week in the city. Her boots made a dull thud on the wet concrete, and she blinked slowly at the wall of commuters parting around a huddle of constables near a shuttered tea stall. The rain had left the platform slick and…

  • Crime - English

    The Docks

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Tumpa Chatterjee Chapter 1 The night the ship MV Samudra Falcon limped into Mumbai’s Jawaharlal Nehru Port, the sky was a black, bruised canvas, streaked with furious lightning that split the monsoon clouds like shattered glass. The Arabian Sea roared with the rage of the storm, waves slapping against the hull of the vessel as if trying to wrest it back into the depths. Dockyard sirens wailed, their echoes swallowed by the wind that howled through the skeletal cranes and rusting cargo containers stacked like tombstones across the yard. The storm had delayed the unloading, and the men of the…